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Living and lovin, thats how most folks make thier way
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always look forward to going home everyday
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Well I'd give a hundered dollars if i could be in their shoes
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Lord I'm so damn lonesome, i got them low down blues
every bodies got someone yet i'm all alone
I got no phone number, no one to call my own
And every night that lonesome whistle lets me know when the trains going by
sometimes when i hear it i wanna lay down and die
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yodelllaaaa oooohhhh a ladeee
worn out memories and a bottle of beer
alone with a lost love and a jug full of tears
lord i can hear that whistle whining when the hour is there
lord the union pacific makes it way across the lonestar state
well this is my story i aint a playing around (no i sure aint)
i got an old trailer on the outskirts of town
well just me and this here guitar and a bottle of booze
slapping out rhythm and singing the blues
yodeaalllaa ah aha railroad blues
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